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Eleg. 9.

In thee (deare Lord) my pensive soule respires,
Thou art the fulnesse of my choice desires;
Thou art that sacred Spring,, whose waters burst
In streames to him, that seekes with holy thirst;
Thrice happy man, thrice happy thirst to bring
The fainting soule to so, so sweet a spring;
Thrice happy he, whose well resolved brest
Expects no other aide, no other rest;
Thrice happie he, whose downie age had bin
Reclaim'd by scourges, from the prime of sin,
And early season'd with the taste of Truth,
Remembers his Creator in his youth.